Zombie Drabble #218 “Mr. Saturday Night”

“Fuck, man, what a night.” Chad leaned against the van and sighed.

Billy Starlight laughed, “Ain’t over, dude. Those girls are waiting ‘round the corner. Fuck, help me with this amp.”

“You said there’d be roadies, man, how is this my fuckin’ job now?”

“Roadies. This guy wants roadies. Genius, we got paid seventy-five bucks for this gig.”

“That’s because nobody was here man: everybody’s home sick. Even those girls are hurtin’, dude. I’ll pass.”

“You will not pass. You will come to the party, and you will be a wingman, man. I am getting laid if it kills me.”

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